F***, Was I (исполнитель: Jenny Owen Youngs)

Love grows in me like a tumor,
parasites bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
 [bad word] (la-la-la)

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned.
What the [bad word] was I thinking?

Love plows through me like a dozer,
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
and there's always a big mess left over.
What did you do?
What did you say?

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned.
What the [bad word] was I thinking?

Love tears me up like a demon.
Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
and I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead

Oh it's so embarrasing
I'm this awkward and [bad word] thing,
and [bad word] out of places to hide
Послушать/Cкачать эту песню
Mp3 320kbps на стороннем сайте

Видео к песне:
Открытка с текстом :
Удобно отправить или распечатать
Создать открытку
У нас недавно искали песни:
Злобный  TAkeuchi junko fighting spirits  Я не люблю Владимер Высоцкий  Я вырезаю ножом на деревянном бруске имя твое  Razer bang like a g-six  Tanir - Что Есть рэп  Utsusemi no Kage 
О чем песня
Jenny Owen Youngs - F***, Was I?
2020 © Tekstovoi.Ru Тексты песен